" "And I trust you will never have occasion to weep again, my poor soul," replied Wood, setting down his lantern, and brushing a few drops from his eyes, "unless it be tears of joy. “I do. "Is Thames returned from London?" "Not yet," replied the other; "but I expect him every minute. On reaching the churchyard, he perceived the melancholy procession descending the hill. Forgive me. ’ Mrs Sindlesham’s lips twitched. We, ourselves, are scarcely the same we were twelve years ago. She had a compartment to herself in the train from London to Morningside Park, and she sat with both her feet on the seat in an attitude that would certainly have distressed her mother to see, and horrified her grandmother beyond measure; she sat with her knees up to her chin and her hands clasped before them, and she was so lost in thought that she discovered with a start, from a lettered lamp, that she was at Morningside Park, and thought she was moving out of the station, whereas she was only moving in.
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